Woosh. Woosh. Woosh. You know that hand gesture you make over your head when something is well, over your head? That is how I felt while reading Harriet Reuter Hapgood’s The Square Root of Summer. I was drawn to the title because I’m a nerd like that and thought a nerdy YA would be interesting and fun. I was so wrong. This girl’s not out of high school yet and thinks and talks like a math major. You really have to love math to enjoy this book. I mean I like the element of magic realism to it, but it’s so confusing I never know when anything is taking place. This book makes me feel dumb. Am I really that dumb? (Don’t answer that.) I don’t know how accurate the math is in here because again, I am not familiar with all the principles quoted in here. Bah, humbug! I do, however, understand the love parts, surprise, surprise. I understand getting your heart broken over a boy who doesn’t invest enough in you and breaking a boy’s heart who you don’t invest enough into. I understand growing apart from a best girl friend, but not growing up without a mother. I don’t understand having a laid back father who would allow such an epic party while he was away and not do anything to her, just let her brother take responsibility. There’s a lot of German words in here and I don’t know what they all mean. I like the idea of being able to time travel, but I’m not sure I’ll actually like it since it will be hard for me to figure out where I’ve gone...